(via this-is-a-fashion-blog)
I used to be so jealous of you. The looks, the clothes, the cars, everything. Then your facade began to crumble and I realized you were truly nothing but lies. Everything you do has twisted intentions, to make yourself look better than those around you. You spread lies about me to ruin what those I cared about most thought of me. Here’s the funny part: all those lies finally caught up to you and now you look like the immature, materialistic, superficial person that you are. So here’s to not caring what you think anymore and being done with all of the drama and games that come with you. Peace.






